Midday we meet
An Impromptu
family reunion
Spread around the concrete like marbles in a game, the lungs of this campus, we warm each other in this temporary space, a tiny escape:
this island packed with refugees.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
1. Him: “What’s this?” Me: “A Poem” Him: “But it doesn’t rhyme.” 2. “When I eat something, my shirt eats it too!” 3. Me: “What’s
Without boundaries, it exists swirling existing in the air around you, never within light and kind warming you from the outside in. Wrapping its arms
I lie horizontal eyes fixed on the blinding sun, sparks of needly pain spread across my scalp, they follow the pathways of my nerves And
Change. Inevitable. Constant. Challenging. Anxiety-ridden. Good. Bad. In my twenties, change came after hours of living in “what-ifs”. I work-shopped the “what-ifs” with every human